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The Sun
The sun is always there for me
It becomes the light of my life
They say that the sun will always rise
Day after day
Sunrise after sunrise
Heartache after heartache
It gives me love
It gives me attention
It gives me hope
But one day
The sun won’t rise
He won’t come back
And he won’t be coming back to my door
And he’ll signal to the moon
To come back and replace him
And he’ll plunge my world back into darkness
And no matter how hard Mr. Moon will try
He’ll never replace my sun
You take a few days
To revel in the moon’s brightness
To stare at its inviting face
Beckoning you to happiness
But a few days go by
And the emptiness of it all consumes you
A few months later
You’re still a little empty
The hole in your chest, although bandaged, rips open time to time
Until a few months later
You’re lying in bed
And an epiphany strikes you
You don’t need them
They didn’t need you
The moon, just like the sun, lights up the dark
Without the dark
Without the moon
You would have never been able to see the stars
And suddenly the moon is a choice
Not one of desperation
But of love
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My name is Alyssia, and I'm an eight grader with a passion for reading and writing. WhenI wrote the peom, I was heartbroken, and because of this, I was able to turn my feelings int art. I slept on it for a few months, and when I felt better, I decided to continue it. I feel as though it shows the range of emotions that occurs when you're not feeling yourself. After a struggle, this is what came out of it all; something beautiful and worthwhile.